October 2015, Ojai, California

My incident happened over a series of days, 2 years ago, in Ojai, California, usually about 5:30 in the morning. I was driving a large van on a two lane road through a canyon with a creek bed, on my way to pick up my special-needs passengers, to take them to school. Suddenly, a mature deer came out of the woods and ran right along side of me, as if to get away from something scarier than people. As I took my foot off the gas, I slowed and then seemed to speed up, which I found odd. Further on, an apparent young man came to the edge of the road on my left, smiling, where the creek was. I stopped on a dime to let him pass to the other side: A steep cliff going up. Instead of seeing him pass, all I could see was apparent fur across 2/3 of my windshield, and my driver door window went black. It was dark outside, and I could see the hair/fur because of my headlights. Then, in a swift motion, the fur went to the nearly straight up cliff and disappeared, with an owl being knocked to the ground from its perch. The only way a human being could have ascended that steep would have been with a rope with a hook on the end, and pulling ones self up, but these apparent animals went up like the wind. What I later figured happened. The six foot person I stopped the car for must have been a young Bigfoot, and the two adult Bigfoots escorted it up the hill on my right for protection. The one in the front of the van was so tall I couldn't even make out a shoulder. The one on the driver door was no doubt keeping me from stepping out. Bigfoot crossing guards. When I returned from the trip, I noticed an 18 inch muddy handprint on the back of the van, and it must have been made when I was accelerating even though my foot was off the gas. I had apparently intruded upon their hunt, and he was pushing me down the road, to get me out of the way. On a subsequent visit, I would roll my window down and whistle in the direction of the creek as I drove by. I did this for a week, until one day I turned the corner to that spot and there was a broken off tree in the middle of the road which made the hair on my neck rise. Upon inspection, later in the daylight, I saw that it had been broken off 50 feet from the road, 8 feet up the tree, and carried, since there was no drag marks. It was a healthy tree, 10 inches in diameter. On Christmas day I went out to look for footprints. The moment I opened my car door and stepped out, there was a huge wood bashing on one of the hundreds of oak trees opposite the creek that echoed all over the area. As I said, it would be extremely difficult for a man to go up that very steep incline in those oak trees. I went to the creek area, but felt I should not venture further, due to the warning knocks from the sentinel Bigfoot had to be to one or more of them right where I was. I got in my car and left. There were three huge bashing wood knocks that echoed everywhere while I was there. One morning, when I was picking up one of the kids located directly over the hill from that creek, there was a huge wood knock in the woods behind that house. They know me; what I look like, and are warning me. The interest of that Bigfoot and this particular house came to mind. There are stacked rocks all over the yard at this house. Very carefully balanced. The owner lady told me she did it herself, but sounded very unbelievable. Why would someone make 50 piles of carefully balanced rocks in their front yard? It's my opinion that she has developed a relationship with a Bigfoot or perhaps more than one. I asked a homeless person if he knew anything about Bigfoot in the area, and he told me that he was aware of a family of three living in the creek area. I saw three. He told me that one of his friends tried sleeping under the bridge at the creek, and his mangled and torn up body was later found, having been dragged out from under the bridge. The sheriff said it was a bear, or mountain lion, but the homeless guy said "no", the body was too severely shredded for that to be true. A lady actor from the local playhouse said she was doing her usual Saturday night traveling through that creek area after a show, when without warning, the car slid into the next lane. She stopped, and nothing was there. She later went to the gas station and looked for dents or scratches, and there weren't any. She makes no conjecture as to what happened and by who. One morning, after the tree in the road, I looked over to the creek area and saw two red glowing eyes, very wide apart, impossibly high off the ground. Could have been ten feet tall. Deer commonly come darting out from the darkness toward my vehicle before sunrise. This is unnatural, and a sure sign of seeking protection. I have tried to get any Bigfoot searching teams across the nation to come and find bigfoot's lair, and they have shown zero interest, and I've been snubbed. What the hell?



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